The Walking Hoard

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                Last Sunday I had a very significant need for lip gloss. Does anyone else feel like it is vital to re-hydrate their lips after they eat? I knew that I had some lip gloss–somewhere–in my purse–in my purse that is full of a lot of things. Not…

Observing the Opiate Option

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Religion is the opiate of the masses. –Karl Marx Ronnie McBrayer shares this quote on his recent post The Opiate Option. Marx’s view is something that I have encountered extensively over the past decade as I struggled to make a relationship with Christ relevant to those closest to me. I have a specific example, but…

I Kissed Grace Goodbye

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I confess–I really thought that I could get away with blaming Joshua Harris for my failed marriage. Then a friend unknowingly paraphrased Joshua Harris to me… The words of my friend were very familiar…because just two days before I had went back and reviewed the book, I Kissed Dating Goodbye to see where I started to…

Stop Swimming or Drown…

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Once upon a time after a torrential rain 3 dogs of various sizes were playing on a small bridge on a gravel road called Keseman Avenue in rural Benton County. This bridge has a tendency to be underwater after high rains. This is the bridge: Now picture it ominously covered with rushing water…. The smallest…

Life After Mt. Olivet

There is an absolutely adorable country church in Cole Camp, Missouri that I like to visit occasionally…well technically it is the attached church cemetery that would feature the most check-ins from me and my family members. Some of my family members have been checked in there for a very long time (in a way).  …

Purple Paint Haze

The color purple tried to kill me this week. Most of the time when we put ourselves in dangerous situations we are painfully oblivious to the harm that could come to us. I was given the opportunity to work on some decorations this week.  I do not consider myself a crafty individual–but if I envision…

Speak Life || Light

Last night I stared up at the ceiling searching for words to say. To battle the brokenness inside I began to silently list praises of thanksgiving. So many questions lingered in my mind but I hesitated to present them to my Father. My mind was not still. My anxious heart was pounding as my chest…

The Good Life

Laying in bed this morning I forced my eyes open awakened by my alarm…I was a tad disappointed because I usually wake up 10 minutes prior to my alarm. I was not incredibly surprised because I was fully aware of the Golden Girls binge that forced me to stay up too late last night. After reading…

SAY YES–SMILING MAN IN A TANK TOP

Earlier this work week my day was made by a sweaty smiling man wearing a tank top and a backwards baseball cap. At first, I did not recognize this smiling man walking my direction—although he did look familiar. As he entered my cubicle and took a seat in the chair next to me I nearly…

Double-dipping–party foul or party party?

A friend of mine was recently accused of “double-dipping”–a faux pas that has been known to incite blind rage and leave a bad taste in your friend’s mouth. When I think about double-dipping I cannot help but think of the scene from Seinfeld when George Costanza committed the ultimate party foul, transgressing against all of…